March 25, 2017

The Years

The long years, I have lived
seem to be shorter than the years
I have to live.

Those years, now a past
I had my hands full,
much at home, but tied up.

These years, while I live
nothing much of a work
but, I run from one end to the other.

It is to me very odd.
I sense an insensible feel
makes me dull and dreary.

I pull on with a weariness
greatly out of the world
keeping myself to myself.

A sensation deliberate surfaces
wish to withdraw fully from all
like to stay in a place far away.

Afraid, I would miss my lovely home
Alas! it is the only string that holds,
be it how long I do not know.

4 thoughts on “The Years”

Preeti Agarwal says:

March 25, 2017 at 9:26 pm

Your poems have deepness in them blended so well. I loved this piece.

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1. meenas17 says:
  
  March 26, 2017 at 1:59 pm
  
  Thanks. Your appreciation keeps me going.
  
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jackcollier7 says:

March 25, 2017 at 9:45 pm

so very deeply sad. ❤

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1. meenas17 says:
  
  March 26, 2017 at 1:59 pm
  
  Thanks. Yes, it is very sad.
  
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